Tanya was impressed with Marcus' power. In more ways then one.

"He must be important, this Mr. Steele."

"About the most important man in the room," said Marcus, glancing around. "And I'm sure he would be willing to meet you. Even eager. He's always interested in beautiful women who are willing to take a chance."

"What makes you think I'd take a chance?"

"Then you're willing?"

"For the right man," she said. She moved closer to Marcus, her leg pressing into his crotch. The warmth from the man's body thrilled her and the promise given by the huge bulge between his legs told her she'd done the right thing in sending Charlie away. Let the man think she was a prick teaser. She'd show him! Would she ever show him if she could get him alone?

"Mr. Steele enjoys a poker game now and then, usually once a month, about this time. If you like, I'll try to get you into the game."

"Sure," she said, not caring in the least about any poker game. She played well, but was more interested in other things right now. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Marcus' arms around her, crushing the life from her. Her nipples began to harden at the thought. She wanted them pressing into the man's broad chest, feeling the crinkly, sandy hair covering that expanse of man flesh. The woman wanted him to squeeze her until her bones snapped and her entire body protested.

"This way," he said, taking her elbow and guiding her along. She started to protest and pull away. Tanya found she couldn't. That light hold on her elbow effectively guided her into the next room where a green felt-covered table already had stacks of chips on it.

She swallowed hard. Three of the men were cut from the same cloth as Marcus. Huge, powerful, dominant men. The three women already seated were gorgeous. She self-consciously shrugged her shoulders to make her cleavage all the more daring. Pulling her shoulders back and shoving out her chest caused the hardened nipples to poke against the thin fabric and create tiny wrinkles. She was beautiful and knew it.